[OOC] The Silver Leaves; A Northern Crusade.

[Hellis]

The tides of war is upon you, young knights and sorcerers. But fear not, for I have found the path to heaven, to the gods themselves. So hold this world alight with your raging fires and know that I shall return, Triumphant.
-Last words of the Mad King Illonizes

Its been nearly a thousands of years since the Mad Kind, Illonizes descended into a ancient tomb of the old world, never to be seen again. But his words still lives, his words a curse that ended up shattering the once glorious Empire of Adrania into squabbling, petty states and kingdoms, all vying for power and glory. His crazed ambition twisted races to try and eradicate one another. It drove the drove the Hari', by humans known as Elves, to turn on their own brethren. The Light elves, the gorgous Luni-Har, lost themselves to their own vanity and sun worship, blinded by it's light. The Dark Elves, the Mandi-har, forsake the world, seeking perfection in rebirth and starting a morbid death cult in hope to achieve perfection. The Wild Elves grew more feral then ever, more resentful of civilization and more isolated from the other races as a result.

His curse made the serene Tindras, mighty people of the sands to folly, made forsake their god and loose their immortality as result. Once more long lived and controlled then even the Elves, they are now cursed with fleeting and short lives, slaves to their impulses.

The Mad Kings words carried down into the tunnels underneath the mountains, and even poisoned the great Dwarf Jarls for generations to come. It made the dwarves lose themselves to greed and gave them endless ambition, to dig, to mine, to hoard.

But Worst was the fate of The shadow borne. Their own darkness became a curse, their kind mistaken for demons and hell-fiends. Their status as scholars tainted by false rumors of necromancy and vile experimenting. Their place in the world became one of constant witch hunts and persecution. They all but went extinct at the hands of the “good”. Only small pockets survived in

Uliar, the world of strife and endless war lies on the brink of a new disaster, just as it for the first time has begun to recover. It's the old tombs, uncovered in the north, that whispers of a second coming, the birth of a new Mad King. This is the story about those that would play a part in this new crisis. And how their actions would influence everyone forever.

The Gods

Gods of Uliar
Religion plays a big part in a lot of the politics and wars that ravage Uliar. While the pantheon quite host more then hundreds different, minor deities, some more obscure then the others, there has always existed the Eight of the Infinite. These are the oldest of gods, the ones said to once have created Uliar. Legend tells that each of them have fought the other, and that now they are all to grievously wounded to directly meddle with the world. In their place, the minor gods interact and manipulate as the Eight recuperate and heal for Aeons still.

Death Goddess Mortina: Patron god of the Mandihar, Mortina is the great constant. She is what allows things to die and pass on to whatever fate awaits their spirit. Neutral in her view upon life she does not take pleasure from ending them. He merely sees it as her task to allow room for new life. Mortina bestows her most devote followers the power to wield death as a tool. Not to be mistaken with necromancy her blessing does not make undead, but merely turns her followers into finely honed killers. To Mortina necromancy is the greatest taboo and her followers tend to persecute necromancers and necromantic beings.

God of Light Suin: The god of light known by many as simply "The Light". Suin is the patron god of most humans as well as the Luni-Har who consider themselves his chosen people. He is considered the justest and kindest of the gods. He allegedly created all of the elves in his own image and lifted the Veil of dakness from human hearts, leading them into the light. It is for this very reason, Luni get along better with humans then any other race. He bestows followers with Light and Holy magic.

Hesele: Goddess of Life: Sister to Mortina, the goddess of life is the most cherished goddess. Having followers within every race, Hesele is considered incredibly powerfull. Hesele is Life and her gift is the world itself. This doesnt mean Heseles followers do not respect death. Hesele will not embrace her followers for eternity as she knows her sister will guide everyone trough death to the eternal life beyond. So instead she makes sure her followers treat death with dignity and do not fear it, but teaches everyone that they need to care for their lives and one another before the final embrace finally come. She bestows great healing power to her priests and priestesses.

Twing Gods of Balance: The Eladrur Twins: The Gods of balance or The Trickster and The Mediator. The Elardrur twins are two gods of chaos and order, the eternal scale of balance. The mediator enforces harmony, peace, laws and order. But he also creates tyrants and despots, imprisonment and punishment. The Trickster is his opposite, she instigates wars and revolts, causing bitterness and but also lights the flame of hope and the will to rise up and change things, be it for good or bad. 

Zail, God of Darkness: The hated one, the darkness that is Zail is the necessary evil that comes with the shadows from Suins light. He is the source of hatred, fear and disgust. He revels in the hatred and destruction of the other races, spurring them on into conflict. He is the only one of the Infinity that can truthfully be called evil in every regard. His darkness even corrupts life and death, creating the undead. His followers are many but secretive. Assassins, Demon Lords and Necromancers follow Zails dark gospel. He bestows many a dark power upon his chosen, the main talent being Necromancy.

Elana Goddess of Creation: The goddess of creation is the oldest of gods. She created all the other gods and gave them their tasks in creating Uliar. Her loneliness created Hesele, her rage created Kartan, her fear created Zail, her sorrow Mortina and her hope Suin. Realizing that the gods that manifested from her feelings needed balance, she created The Twins out of her pride. Elana as a godess is worshipped mainly by Wild Elves and Dwarves. Most minor creation and life deities are tied to her. She bestows her followers with the powers of nature and empathy.

Kartan God of Destruction: Kartan is the rage of elements, the unforgiving wind, the raging heat, the crushing waves and the trembling earth. Kartan was made so gods could be unmade. He is the strongest aside from Elana and he personifies the elements. All minor gods and dieties tied to specific elements are tied to him. His followers tend to be violent outcasts or people who's talent for destruction such as warlords and the like. His gift is generally the power of the elements, a raw and powerful talent that takes lifetimes to hone perfectly.

The World of Uliar.
Welcome to the world of Uliar where a mish mash of kingdoms, countries and sultanates riddle its surface from the deserts to the mountains and down to the lush rainforests. Consisting of 5 major continents and one smaller one. Each with at least 60 smaller kingdoms and a greater political power. Furthermore, there are no less than 7 distinct, intelligent races that make out the populace. Aside from them there are numerous more savage and completely untamed races such as orchs, goblins and ogres. 

The Races

Hari(Elves): The Hari are commonly referred to elves. They are actually as fractional as humans but can be divided into three sub races, each with their own distinct culture. 

Luni: Religious and Strong willed. The Luni all share a common worship of the Sun and its light. Their skin is fair and their visages tend to be very pleasant. Long lived to the point their elders have survived 500 years, they have had time to develop and refine their magic. Due to their religious ways they tend to favor holy, healing magic. They have long been feuding with their sisters of the Mahdi-Har. It's a feud so bitter that even The Silver Leaves, known to take in all sorts in the name of comradeship, keep the two seperate.

Common Traits: Fair skin, slightly taller then humans and with pointy ears, frailer built.

Mandi: Sly and Cunning. Mandi-har are a race that pride themselves in being completely ruthless in battle. Worshiping death itself they seek perfection trough death. While to human standards they could be considered evil and while its good to understand that they see it differently. To them all races are imperfect, their own included. To them the only way to perfect them is to wipe everything out and let the gods create anew. This doesn't mean they kill everything on sight, No they are far more ambiguous then that. They may level a village to the ground only to save a single child from starvation the day after. It should be mentioned that the Mandihar society tend to favor a strong matriarch society were the women hold most if not all true power. Not say the men are without rights, Its simply a form of women worship that stems from the belief of Death being a woman. They share a long and bitter feud with the Luni, whom they consider pathetic and weak.

Common Traits: pointy ears, Dark Grey skin, Purple or red eyes, white hair

Wild: Agile and Untamed. Wild elves live in forests and on steppes as nomads. They hold great respect for nature and its animals, being careful not to disturb it if possible. That said they also act as its regulator, many times taking upon themselves to hunt down beasts that they feel have grown to accustomed and dangerous fro civilization. Unlike their fellow elves the Luni and MAndi they do not hold a grudge. In fact, they stay mostly neutral to most things.

Common Traits: Pointed ears, Commonly brown hair and slightly darker skin color.

Human: Versatile and Driven. The human race is the most spread race. They exist all over Uliar and most regents tend to be Humans. The human race is far from united, as a matter of fact there are so many numbers of smaller kingdoms, realms and states that war is a constant reality for most people.

Common Trait: Normal human traits 

Dwarfes. Stubborn and Strong: Dwarves are the oldest civilization known. They have spent thusands of year with mining out the biggest and most treacherous of mountain regions. Stubborn to a fault and with the strength to back it up they have weathered goblin assaults, orc wars and Mandi-Har Raids for millennial. They are great craftsmen when it comes to stone and ore.

Common Trait: Short and stocky, a lot stronger they your ordinary human. Commonly with a beard.

Shadowborne: Misunderstood and Intelligent. The Shadowborne are few in numbers and very secretive. With pale skin, black eyes and ashen grey hair they live in secluded mountain regions in the east. They have an innate ability for dark magic, something that usually earn them scorn from such races as the Luni. They are however, no more evil then you and I.

Common Traits: Black eyes with red irises, pale ski , dark Grey hair

Tindra: Short lived but Lively. Tindras are a mysterious desert dwelling people with short life spans. They are gorgeous beings with skin that that is that shimmers of gold and with fiery red hair. They love dance, music and recreation in every form. Hey are said to be the oldest of all current intelligent races, predating even the elves. It is also said that they once could live longer then any elf, but the goddess of death cut their lifespan down due to the Tindra becoming to cocky and showing signs of hubris. Due to their short lifespans they live very hard and extravagant lives. Their women can only bare Tindra children, despite being with men of other races.

Common Traits: Red hair and irises, Golden skin, tall.

The Continents

Continents:

Ketna: The northernmost and largest of the of the continents hold the most tyrannical of powers; The Legado Empire which has steadily spread south, and are currently clashing with the Dwarven kingdom off Ogr. The Legado Empire compromise about two thirds of Ketna. Their Northers Legions consists mostly of humans and Shadowborne that have joined under a common banner.; The Green Fox.

Ishna: The southern continent of Ishna is the smallest. Reffered to as The great Isles, Ishna consists off two smaller pieces of landmass to big to be considered islands that in turn surrounded by a pattern of smaller islands. It's a lawless place with numerous independent pirate ports and plenty of corrupt city states. It also harbors the only Mandihar ruled land; Haulintar. Haulintar makes a fortune on slavery and smuggled goods and the land has closed it borders other then for trade and outlawed all other races then Mandihar everywhere but in the trading town of Lisnam.

Geli: To east, conjoined with Ketna but separated by Dwarven inhabited mountains is Geli. Region less cold and little more temperate, It's climate is idea for agriculture and its lush valleys and rolling hills are home fore Elves and Dwarves alike. The major powers of Geli is the nation of Loung, a old civilization led by a Equally old Luni-har, Queen Eidwyn. The counter balance to this very old and established powerhouse is the 'The United Kingdoms of Zrea.' A mish mash of smaller kingdoms and states united by a human king by the name of Alfram the Great. While they may have a monarch, the union act more like a Republic. The two kingdoms are both heavily populated with Luni-Har and Dwarves, with humans making out the third biggest demographic. Neither Power is anywhere the size of Legado Empire however but numerous smaller states are involved in alliances and pacts with each state. Making each country a hard nut to crack should the Legado ever brave the Geli mountains.

Kraoo: Positioned below Ketna, across the " Kettle Seas " lies a fairly large continent that enjoys a tropical climate. Known for its semi-active vulcanos and night impenetrable jungles, it lies by the equator. Wildelves are the main inhabitants, impossibly feral but not without reason. They tend to theirselves, following the words of their shamans for guidence. Human and Tindran settlers have a small port that buy furs and other hard to get jungle commodities in exchange for metals from Geli.

Hyllara: Great and mighty steppe stretches across the central expanses of this semi equatorial continent with deserts to the northwest and massive jungles to the south east. The steppes inhabit Nomadic human tribes who have specialized in breeding massive birds of prey and powerful horses. A particular group of violent wild elves stake much the southern jungle as theirs with Dwarven settlers thinking otherwise. A bitter conflict is without a doubt growing there. The many small Sultanates to the west have been locked in a bitter fued with one another. Two great bloodlines have drawn the others into a conflict with no end in sight. And their battles have greatly affected the otherwise peaceful Tindra inhabitants of the desert.

Eleorna: The Home of the Silver Leaves is the second biggest of the continents. It is place of conflict as the Eleorna political scene is a fragile and very thing. The great City state Lussi having a acquired many important trade routes over the years, slowly strangling the economy of nearby countries, growing fat and rich on the monopolization of the gold trade in the region. In turn the Angren Kingdom, a large and powerful war machine presiding over much of northern Eloerna have annexed smaller but wealthy merchant states like Egrelia, the state where the Silver leaves are situated. They are both now coming head to head, with a Lussi army marching to take Egrelia from Angren, as it's the biggest port in all of Eleorna.

Notable Countries

Legado Empire: The biggest of the existing world powers. Situated inn the Northern regions of Ketna, it is spreading like wildfire across the continent, leaving subdued and obedient slave states in it's wake. Known to be ruthless with nobility and politicians but 'fair and lenient' towards the general populace, they have surprising amounts of stability for such a warring empire. Population consists of all races but with Humans and Shadowbornes as the major races, the latter having found a place of great respect with the current Emperor. Has a large standing army and is constantly at war.

Ogr: Large Dwarven kingdom. Currently stalling Legados expansions with all it got. Known for housing brave warriors and brilliant tacticians. Currently their situation looks Grim as Legado has been successful in pushing them back all the way to their capital city. They have however, the single strongest fort known to man, The Ogres Club. A fort that even the legado fear to attack. And as long as Ogre keeps it standing, the Empire find themselves halted.

Haulintar Pirate State. The hub of all major smuggling and pirate operations. Its ruled by Mandi Hars. Its borders are closed and its inhabitants xenophobic to the point any non Mandi is subject to persecution and extreme discrimination. They are however, known to take slaves and their Red Sail Galleys are the horror of the seas.

Zrea: Zrea is the oldest known kingdom. Its royal bloodline extends to the Mad King himself. As the bloodline carry such a horrible history sons are not allowed to inherit the throne in order to never have a Mad King ever again. Due to their history they are have had a suffered from lot of internal as well as external strife. Their population consist mainly of Luni and the Church of Suin have their main seat in their capital. Due to their religious and political influence, Zrea has a lot of regional support from smaller states around it's borders.

Loung: The state of Loung have long warred with its neighbor Zrea until recently. They like Zrea hold a large Luni population. They are known for its powerful sorcerers and have long exerted its power over neighboring countries, making it on par with Zreas reach of influence.

Lussi: The richest state in existent, with every major trading route running trough it. It's city has swollen and expanded past its walls several times over in the past hundred years time, causing the nearby kingdoms to fear for the worse. For Lussi is ambitious, they have a well payed, well equipped army and seemingly endless war coffers.

Angren: A kingdom of considerable military might. The Angren king are hard pressed to fill its warchest and its infrastructure with gold. Thus it wages war and pretty much steamrolls the minor states by its borders into servitude, feeding off their commerce .

Egrelia: Home to the Silver Leaves, one of the most prestigious mercenary guilds in existence. Egrelia is a small but extremely wealthy state which army consist mainly of mercenaries, hedge knights, cutthroats and others looking to get paid. They are currently under the threat of invasion from Lussi. Egrelia is a sovereign state, but tightly knit to Angren since ages.

Welcome to the Silver Leaf Mercenary Guild.

“Welcome to the silver leaf Recruit. We are the finest mercenary guild you'll ever find. The fact that you are standing here is proof that you are the best among your peers. We will groom and train you, make you a warrior, a mage or a rogue that tales will forever immortalize. Well it's either that or you die a slow and grizzly teeth at some random beasts maw. But don't forget, fame gets you money. And money is what this is all about. We're soldiers of fortune after all. We aid anyone who pays us, from Generals that need the finest soldiers to the poor downtrodden villagers who were forsaken by negligent militia. Really, as long as there is a need for us, we'll provide. Granted of course, that they pay.
First Instructor Isabelle G'oir

The Silver Leaves are a legendary mercenary group. And as players you are new recruits within their ranks, You are nowhere powerful or strong enough as its more hardened warriors, but you are capable to hold your own. Your were also selected for varius reasons, as the guild provides a number of services and needs specialists, be it stealthy rogues to brave warriors. The emphasis here lies in working in groups, using teamwork and cunning. Everyone has a weakness, and everyone has their strengths. 

Making a profile:

Archtype: 
Your arch type is where your strengths lies. Agility, Toughness, Strenght, Magic and all that good stuff. This is not to limit you per say, Your attacks and the way you create your character is still up to you, But everyone has a weakness. You may be strong and fast, but you lack any magic. Or maybe your quick and able to summon magic power, but your frail. In short this is so that there can be balance and besides, everyone has a role on the battlefield.

Profile
Username:
Name: First and last. 
Age: no younger then 18
Personality will include:
Archtype: (I.e Summoner, Archer etc etc, Up to you)
Personality:
Training will include:
Weapons: Maximum of two, dual wielding counts as one.
Abilities: 2 spells/Abilities: Ie elemental control: Fire; allows the character to control fire. 
Description will include
Race:
Appearance:
History will include
Background: (where did you grow up, did you lead a happy life, why did you join the guild?) 
Country of Origin: Either from one of the listed major countries or a small state of your own design (if your own, provide brief description of said country.)
Equipment will include
Weapon: Primary and secondary.
Other items, equipment or possessions.

Status: OPEN
---Current Player List---
Dylan - Mozan
Melon - Head Joshua
Bucket - Radan
Hellis - Iano
Grif - Daphne
NeutralNexus - Andras
Noxius - Linwé
Limey - Evalyn

[MelonHead]

Joshua Garred

Profile
Username: MelonHead

Name: Joshua Garred

Age: 24

Archtype: Bruiser Priest

Personality: (External) Rough and ready, course, blunt, good-humoured, loyal, brave.
(Internal) Religious, moral, disillusioned, insecure.

Weapon Training: None formally, though he has hands-on experience with hand-to-hand fighting and favors blunt weapons due to his significant strength advantage.

Abilities: Healing Hands, basic healing magic (works on target, but offers passive healing to the user at a far less direct and advanced rate). Purification, advanced affliction curing (deals with poison, disease, and other unholy or magic afflictions that can effect a person, though its effects vary.)

Race: Human

Appearance: A large man, not at all what one would expect from a priest and a healer, Joshua stands at roughly 6 and a half feet tall, with obviously muscled arms and a generally large appearance. Though not overweight, he carries more fat and muscle than one would expect for times when food is hard to come by, which makes him a formidable opponent in terms of pure strength, where he easily outclasses the large majority of humans and other flimsier species. His face is incredibly average with short blonde hair, blue eyes and a crooked smile only marked by a nose broken in the past, and his skin a tanned white, with a few barely noticeable scars here and there. His general appearance looks more like an ex-soldier than a priest.

Background: Joshua grew up on a farm, the youngest of four children and sadly the cause of his mother's demise at child-birth. Born a large child, working on the farm only hastened his growth, that and a knack for stealing food-stuffs wherever he could find it. Unfortunately for him, his usefulness on the farm was far outweighed by his food bill and the ever circling lawmen on the tail of his antics, his father did the only thing he could for the greater good, though Joshua would always swear he did it out of spite for his existence. His price was far more decent then his father could have ever imagined though, for he was one of the gifted.

Joshua was inducted into the Church of the Creator in Lussi (or rather sold by his struggling father) at a young age, for such a fanatical group is always eager to prove they have an actual divine’s blessing with healers and other mages at their disposal to produce acts of wonder for the lesser beings. Obviously, Joshua was one of those rare sorts who was just not –right- to be a priest. The final proof, as you were, if any was ever necessary, that one could be born a healer, but not always a priest. Strangely enough it was more the oppressive restrictions of church life, abstinence, refraining from drink, that sort of thing, which got to him. He was always somewhat taken in by the religious indoctrination side, and is still a fervent believer with some minor authority as a priest (though he could never be formally recognised as one anymore, he couldn't definitely pose convincingly as one.)

After participating in one bar-fight too many, he was banished from the church, his end goal finally reached he wandered plying his gift for money where he went, until his requirements for excitement finally got the best of him and he felt the need to join a certain mercenary guild.

Country of Origin: Lussi

Weapons: A stout wooden cudgel, iron-knuckle-duster-esque equipment.

Clothing: A set of brown priest robes which the insignia’s removed, covering a burnished iron breast plate and tough leather clothing. He also wears iron bracers, providing him some protection from sword strikes if he’s quick enough to move his arm in the way.

Equipment: Sackcloth bag filled with basic rations and equipment one would expect from a mercenary, and a small black leather bound holy book which one probably wouldn't.

The Priesthood: This is where I'll be adding pros and cons of Joshua's (sort of) unusual background as I think of them.

Pros: Joshua can read and write.
He can provide basic priestly services, though not legally binding nor technically sound in religious terms neither.
His gift of healing has been developed and he has been tutored in its proper usage, on top of a deeper understanding of human biology.
He knows a lot about the specific priest hood he belonged to.
He can play the part of a priest particularly well, which can help him avoid trouble.

Cons: Morally questionable (for a mercenary) can make him reluctant to kill, wouldn't kill an innocent of defenseless person under almost any circumstance.
Religiously Intolerant
Unaccustomed to the consistently hard life of a mercenary, especially at war. (Though his life has still been comparably difficult, and very few would call him weak.)
Lack of anything resembling military or even basic combat training.

[Hellis]

Glossary:

Factions;

Votaries of the Sight

-created by Yoshua-

This cult is dedicated to the minor god known only as the Seer. His followers are some of the few who are fully aware of the deity's legend and how he came to be as he is now. They are devoted to the Seer almost to a fault and will go about sowing what he has guided them to sow, in the interest of upholding the balance of the world. While his followers are typically peaceful people, they are sometimes driven to great lengths in order to properly balance the world, as even evil acts can be necessary in the grander scope of things. For them, balance trumps morality. The Seer's following has existed for roughly two centuries now, but it has yet to grow as large as the religions of the major gods, and is likely to remain as such. Nonetheless, the Votaries have spread across the world, setting up their small usually wooden, or tent-based, settlements in caves or near particularly clear bodies of water.

While there are rumors of them here and there, the world's general populace knows little about the Votaries and their patron deity, the Seer. As such, the Seer's followers are typically regarded either with caution or disdain as they do not follow under the stars of any major god, and instead differ to one that most consider of no consequence.

A Votary's Tenants

--Whenever possible, keep the Seer's peace--
This tenant calls for the Seer's followers to not incite conflict or argument unless it is necessary or unavoidable. He does not fault them when conflict is incited beyond their control, though he does reward them for trying to stop such when it is not his intention.

--Usher forth only balance--
A rather vague tenant, this one has to do with, well, seeing to the balancing of the world's scales. It requires much forethought and a deep consideration of the consequences of one's own actions. An understanding of the ripple, or butterfly effect, is often employed.

--Seek not to abuse knowledge or squander power--
Rather straightforward in its nature, this tenant proclaims that the Seer's votaries are not to use knowledge to commit acts that are purely for malicious ends. If these actions are however, dictated by the Seer than such is a different story. In regards to power, his followers are to only use it when necessary, if ever. It is not to be used for personal gain, as that is considered unimportant.

Ascendency and the Seer's Legend

In life, the Seer was, but a humble and devout follower of the Twins. He respected his peers and fellow man, often bringing peace and tranquility where he went. He was, all in all, a virtuous, peaceful man. However, there was always something about him which stirred those who met him. Perhaps it was the far away look in his kind eyes, or the abnormally graceful gait he set, his feet almost seeming to never touch the ground.

He kept his faith all his life and served the twins well, tending towards the Mediator more than his brother, but nonetheless acknowledging the Trickster's path as well. At times he would play subtle tricks on those who happened upon his path, and inadvertently the dominoes fell and events would transpire.

Still, none seemed able to ordain how he did it, he was merely a humble vagabond, right?

Wrong, for this vagabond had been born with a unique gift. He had been born with an ability to understand the existence which he'd been created in. It was a practiced talent, one he had grown over his many years and while a mixture of awe and fear were exercised subtly by those who had heard of him, he never abused his sway over people. He of course made mistakes and sometimes his intentions were skewed, or his actions would lead not where he had wished, but instead in much darker directions.

Still, he did not withdrawing, seeking to serve the Twins as best he could –and so he trudged on. Adversity surrounded him, but still there were those who admired him and his devotion to the gods. Religious men could not help, but look upon him with respect...but nobles were different.

They could not explain his abilities and so men were sent for him. When they returned they were unharmed, but appeared in a daze. They told their lords that they had encountered a pack of bloodthirsty wargs, and been saved by the very man who they had been sent to capture. Yet, knowing what they intended, he had healed them of their wounds and even supplied them with what little food he had on his person.

In their gratitude they had not noticed when he slipped away on their way back to the fort.

The lords were of course not at all pleased by this and so they proclaimed the man a criminal. For months posters were put up, and the authorities riled to search the hills for the man. Nonetheless, he was never apprehended.

Instead, on the sixth month after the proclamation had been made, he entered the court of the king and with a smile turned himself in. For many years the lord kept him in his service, attempting to use the alleged prophet's talents for his own ends. All was well, but in the heavens the Twin's laughed at the lord's antics.

On the sixth year of his service all the ventures which the prophet had assisted the lord in, fell to shambles. His lands crumbled around him, and eventually he was ousted from the throne as a tyrant –for the people had not known that the prophet assisted him.

When he was discovered by the citizenship, he was freed from the dungeons of the wicked lord's fortress, and led out into the world again. Throughout he had held the same knowing smile upon his slender lips, and dancing in his joyful silver eyes.

Unfortunately, he was not to live much longer and so, after only seven more years, the prophet died, and he was mourned well, both by those who respected and those who feared him. He had been a great man, and so his departure from the world was duly noted.

In truth though, his journey never ended, for as he stepped beyond death's door, he was beckoned into the realm beyond. The Twins offered the mortal a chance to continue serving them, saying that his life had greatly amused them, and furthermore that he had been quite useful. Pleased, overjoyed, and overwhelmed, the prophet acquiesced and so became the Seer. Strangely, it is said that the prophet did not request he become what the Twin's made him, but rather simply agreed as it was their wish.

He was faithful to them and their intentions even when his body had been laid to rest, such was his devotion. A man such as him is rare, they say.

However, while this story ends here, the Seer's legacy lives on in his followers. Who knows, maybe the prophet's hand shall yet make its mark on history.

The Seer: A minor god who has forsaken his name, the Seer can be considered lawful neutral in that he always seeks to maintain the balance of the mortal world and its inhabitants. Nonetheless, the seer advocates free will and choice very heavily, tending to guide its followers only subtly or when necessary. The Seer's realm of influence is that of understanding and knowledge of the greater picture, in this way he could be considered the God of Observation, Knowledge, and/or Understanding. The gifts this god can bestow are reserved for only the most devout of his followers, as any other is beyond his influence entirely. While the major gods can bestow a variety of gifts within a certain aspect, the Seer is only capable of bestowing three, one per individual, each being different from the last.

The gifts are referred to as follows: The Touch of Ether, Spirit's Light, and The Sight.

Gifts of the Seer

The Touch of Ether:

This gift is, more often than not, awarded to two devout followers who are wed, or have a child after they have proven their faith to the Seer. The Touch of Ether sacrifices the child's physical sight to instead allow them a more subtle vision. This vision allows them, instead of seeing the material world as other's do, the blessed one sees the magical energies and forces, which are typically beyond the scope of mortals. However, true to its name, the Touch of Ether has one other aspect to it; the gifted's sense of touch is linked to their sight and their magical acuity is greatly heightened.

This gives the bestowed a stronger connection to the flow of magical energy in the world, and an almost innate understanding of its nature. Still, while the bestowed is now able to perceive the flow of magic in the world, they are unable to accurately define the physical in any normal capacity and furthermore they can be taken by the thrall of magic if they are not careful. However, if properly managed, it can become quite a boon, often for the bestowed and Seer both.

Spirit's Light:

With the bestowed typically going mute because of this gift, it can sometimes be difficult to understand its nature. However, what Spirit's Light bestows on the chosen is rather intriguing for, simply put, it allows the individual to sense the realm of those who have passed on. The bestowed can communicate with the dead, and can also see the light of the living, a light which, in a rough sense, defines how much longer they may live. However, in return for thee sacrifice of their ability to communicate, the holder of the light has a unique alteration to their spirit, if you will. Much like a cleric, or healer, the light holder can heal others using what could be equated to divine energy. However, rather than it be truly divine, this essence comes from the holder's own spirit, much like a mage, but has been altered so that it closely resembles a divine light. To those who can sense magic, a holder will feel or look incredible overwhelming, no matter their build or talent.

However, in return, holders cannot wield any magic which is not defensive or healing in nature, with no exceptions. Furthermore, the holder is not allowed to take a life, and should they do so their gift will leave them, though their voice will never return. This punishment is given to stop the holder from abusing their abilities, as the light from their soul makes them impervious to most magic, and can easily make others favor them. It takes a very humble soul to earn the Spirit's Light, and a responsible one to properly wield it.

The Sight:

Remaining true to the Seer's aspect, the final gift he may bestow is very similar to the one that the ascended human possessed in life prior to his deification. The Sight, quite plainly, allows the bestowed to view the flow of time and the events transposed throughout it. This gift has a variety of possible manifestations though as with some they can only see very short distances into the future, whereas others can see very far into it, allowing for them to prophecize. Nonetheless, no view of the future is permanent as the variables involved are ever changing and in flux. So while they can see the future's possibilities, they have no innate way of knowing whether or not what they see will ever come to pass –though they can become more skilled at ordaining such, just as the Seer did in his time. The sacrifice for the Sight is the ability to access the flow of magic. Some who possess the full breadth of the gift cannot even engage in widespread social interaction, or conflict of any sort. However, many believe it is worth what they give up, for it furthers the Seer's purpose, and thus gives them fulfillment and peace in their own lives, and what more can a person wish for?

Wings of Light; A Luni-Har guild. First offically formed by the late Elven general Laulîa Sunêin, it became a guild knownformost for its archery and dicipline. Many if not most its member favoring the bow. Having seen battles across the world, a regiment of the Wings is about as costly as a silverleaf one. They swear allegience to Egralia, as the guilds founder was a Egralian native and is buried in the the local Temple of Suin.

Golden Embrace; A cult of philosophers. Stricly none violence, owing only to the pursuit of knowledge and betterment of Elven Kind. Particulary that of the Suin worshipping Luni. A initiate is sworn to both silence for a year, as well as celebacy for the rest of their excistence. A heavy oath, as they tend to atleast 200 hundred years. A person who enters the Cult is very highly regarded amongs the upper class in luni society. But a defector may risk loosing everything he or she has ever had.

[Brovo]

Dear Denizens of RPG,

This RP is worth your time. Look at it. Trust me.

Sincerely, the guy who's got two RP's running successfully.

[Hellis]

Aw, Thanks Bravo!

[Grif of Hearts]

Character Sheet

Username: Grif of Hearts

Name: Daphne Elsa Darlon (née Ames).
Gender: Female.
Race: Human
Age: 37

Archtype: The Necromantic Bladeswoman.

Weapons: Daphne is skilled with several types of melee weaponry but her personal favourite, and that which she is most proficient with, are the larger swords designed to be used with two hands. She possesses moderate skill in handling polearms, particularly the glaive, but Daphne will usually lean towards swords if she is given the choice.

Abilities: Unfazed by the warnings of the clergy or the superstitions of those she once thought close to her heart, Daphne explores the darker realms of magic without fear or regret. She possesses a moderate grasp on the magical school of necromancy, able to twist even death to her command to the same extent as a novice necromancer. While far from the strength of an experienced, dedicated spellcaster, Daphne still shows potential and can animate the dead for short periods of time or even communicate with spirits. While the healing applications of necromancy are slim they still exist, capable of repairing dying flesh, dulling pain, or allowing others to survive crippling wounds by making previously vital organs entirely redundant until proper healing can take place.

Personality: Despite carrying the look of a bruiser or a drunk, a woman who has spent a few too many nights at the tavern and spent every single one of them looking to pick a fight, Daphne is a strikingly intelligent woman with a remarkable grasp of magic and history. She is often underestimated as a muscle-bound brute, likely because of her preference for sluggish equipment and her tendency to speak with her actions rather than words. This can easily be the last mistake that any person makes, underestimating her quick wit and keen sense of perception. The first impressions of her are not entirely inaccurate as Daphne can be just as rash and brutal as most think she would be when the situation demands it. Usually though she is more tempered and reserved, preferring to approach challenges slowly and tactfully rather than head on.

Although Daphne rarely shows it she is quick to trust, easily able to accept newcomers into her social circles as long as they treat her and others with enough respect. This is usually masked with a stoic silence and the occasional snarky or gruff comment, giving the impression that she cares little for her comrades, but Daphne does not mean any genuine ill will. Still, as a mercenary sometimes it proves useful to appear more threatening than she is, and Daphne has no problem taking advantage of this.

Appearance: Roughed up by the elements and years of battle, what was once a well maintained and scholarly looking woman in her youth has been left battered and bruised. Standing at just above six foot and with a vaguely pear shaped figure, Daphne is muscular and well-toned from her life as a fighter. Her skin, once pale, has been given a soft tan by the sun and her body is marked with scratches, cuts, bruises, and an assortment of gruesome scars which do not seem to have been healed naturally or through traditional medical magic, most notably along her arms and stomach. Daphne’s eyes are a pale blue-green, contrasting the rest of her features particularly well. Suffering from amblyopia in her left eye, Daphne struggles to focus on objects a long distance away and suffers from poor depth perception. Her short auburn hair is lazily tied back behind her head in a small, loose braid to keep it out of her eyes and to make it easier to manage.

Clothing: While beige cloth tunics and brown trousers, held together with buttons and leather belts, are her clothes of choice when not fulfilling a contract, Daphne wades into battle in clothing more suited for the situation. A gambeson made of quilted cloth and light chainmail is worn for comfort and protection, layered over her tunic, and atop that is a decorative steel half-plate which covers her torso, upper arms, and upper legs, adorned with symmetrical ivy patterns along the chest and shoulders. Leather gauntlets with metal plates cover her hands and forearms, and leather boots are worn on her feet, reaching up to just underneath her knees. A dark grey hooded cloak is worn over everything else, old and ragged but loved by Daphne all the same.

Equipment: Daphne’s weapon of choice is a straight sword that is held in either one or two hands, usually the latter, with a blade about forty five inches in length. The double-edged sword is thin and sharp, designed more for accurate thrusts to puncture armour than for great swings, but it is still weighty enough to carry a large amount of momentum in a slice. A smaller knife, the blade about nine inches in length and with a wide guard, is strapped to her belt. It serves a more practical purpose than her sword despite being designed for combat, used to help prepare food or produce sparks for a fire, but it can still be used offensively in a pinch.

Typically Daphne carries all the components that she needs for her magic, the most obvious example being a small silver pendant and chain which she uses as a foci for her necromantic enchantments. It is usually wrapped around her left hand, meaning Daphne avoids the need to fumble around with her things and pull it out from her pocket or rucksack in the midst of battle. A few vials of different oddities also rest in her rucksack, such as bonemeal or animal furs, serving as supplements for her magic.

When traveling long distances as is sometimes necessary for a mercenary, Daphne carries an assortment of items necessary for travel. She carries trail rations, mostly nuts and salted meat that keep for long periods of time, and a canteen of cheap wine for the same reason, along with a fur blanket to keep warm and comfortable during the night. A few items to maintain her equipment, such as whetstones, cleaning cloth, and small metal plates for emergency repairs, can also be found in her bag. Additionally a sheet of canvas she carries can be used as a waterproof covering in the rain to keep her dry. Among Daphne’s other equipment list an oddly long number of trinkets, including a polished steel mirror and a paper journal along with ink and quill.

Background: Many consider the art of necromancy to be a great taboo, its frequent attempts to cheat death and desecrate the memories of the dead often unnerving, if not terrifying the average individual. Even the most dedicated of mages who dedicate their lives to progress and innovation, if exposed to one of the various necromancy-hating cultures of the world, refuse to explore the school of necromancy, considering it too much of an abomination to be worth researching.

In Loung these taboos are all too well enforced, and the people are unwilling to explore the darker side of magic no matter what good it could bring. Daphne was born into a family with a long history with magic, the Ames family, many of whom fought against the status quo and had a particular interest in necromancy even if it was in secret. Her mother was a necromancer, albeit an inexperienced one, and her father an alchemist. As the first of four children in a particularly busy family, having two younger sisters and one younger brother, Daphne had to grow up quickly to help raise and care for them. She was trained from a young age in her mother’s art as she was expected to carry on the family’s tradition of magical proficiency, learning the basics of necromancy long before she reached her teenage years, and she was also the only one of her siblings to receive a formal education from a paid tutor. It gave her a keener eye than most and a deep interest in history and academics which remains to this day.

Many of the family’s hopes rode on Daphne’s success, acting as the heiress to the Ames legacy, and she might have lived up to these expectations if her fate had not been changed so suddenly. At the age of seventeen Daphne’s father’s business collapsed, leaving the Ames family’s income greatly diminished. Daphne offered herself to find work to help support the family. Although Daphne’s education meant that she could easily become an apprentice in a skilled profession in the end she settled on work for a paid militia unit currently acting as the city guard. It was here that Daphne first learned the vital skills she would use as a member of the Silver Leaves, learning to wield a sword and spear, and later how to blend it seamlessly with her magical skills.

A sense of comradery was quickly forged between Daphne and her other militia members. It was a bond that, in many ways, Daphne felt was stronger than her ties to her family. These ties were to be tested when a group of her closest friends within the militia, including one luni man five years her senior by the name of Stahl Darlon with whom she had grown particularly close, announced their plans to leave home and seek new employment as mercenaries in the capital. Daphne decided that her place was in the midst of battle, not cooped up in her mother’s study, and joined the fresh-faced band of mercenaries on their journey to seek glory and riches. She bid her goodbyes to her disappointed family and left her hometown by the end of the week.

Daphne, Stahl, and her other friends quickly found themselves in the capital of Loung, only a few days travel from their home, and quickly settled themselves in with a small and relatively unknown band of mercenaries and sellswords. It was here that Daphne could finally put her training to work, honing her skills with a blade and developing her necromantic abilities even further. Over the years battle had toughened them all up, turning the once innocent and inexperienced Daphne into a strong and hardened individual. While certainly exciting, Daphne’s new life quickly proved to her that mortality can be fickle and delicate, as can relationships, and through arguments, conflict of interest, or untimely death, the band of comrades was reduced to only Daphne and Stahl. One even left when Daphne announced her proficient use of necromancy which she had kept hidden until that time, and refused to work with her. Daphne and Stahl grew closer with only each other to rely on, their bond becoming deeper than that of just friends. They become lovers and eventually they married. Daphne took on Stahl’s family name, Darlon, and together they gained even further renown as fighters and sellswords in the capital of Loung.

In Daphne’s mid-thirties she was presented with even more proof of the fragility of relationships, and even her close bond with Stahl began to waver after a particularly gruesome contract had taken place. While Stahl had accepted Daphne’s necromancy as a necessary evil her growing fascination with the subject left him uneasy and her frequent use of it to numb pain or heal her wounds left him worried she was sinking deeper and deeper into the madness it was rumoured to cause. Stahl was frustrated with Daphne’s reluctance to change her ways and was suspicious of her growing magical power. Meanwhile, Daphne was frustrated with Stahl’s reluctance to accept her as she was but was also suspicious of his growing support for the cultural standards of Loung which Daphne so often ignored. The relationship tore at the seams soon after, one issue twisting into a dozen until they both mutually decided it was time for them to part ways.

For the first time in a long while, Daphne found herself without a guiding influence in her life. She contemplated visiting her family and rekindling her past ties with them but quickly decided against it for fear of being ostracised again. Her travels eventually brought her to Egrelia, a small nation but one with a prestigious reputation for hiring mercenaries and sellswords. Daphne decided to continue her craft, offering her skills in combat for money, and she found that this was easiest dun under the employ of the Silver Leaves.

Note:

Country of Origin: Loung.

[Bucket]

Hey! This looks great. I plan on writing up a character sheet today!

[Hellis]

Exellent bucket. Looking forward to it.

[Bucket]

Radan Undyer

Username: Bucket
Name: Radan Undyer
Age: Twenty two.

Personality will include:

Archtype: Radan is primarily an archer, preferring his bow above anything else but is trained in swordplay and thus has one at his hip. Perhaps being labeled as a ranger is a better term.

Personality: Being noble born, Radan gives off the air of a respectful and well-spoken individual. First impressions are everything to Radan Undyer. He is intelligent and a reasonable young man, able to comprehend and deal with politics and other complicated matters. However as soon as Radan becomes comfortable with someone then his more personable and sociable side is made aware. He is a witty man and humorous, not necessarily the life of the party but someone who isn't afraid to make someone laugh. He is loyal person... but only when it serves him. His noble heritage takes the better of him at that point and his self-serving attitude is revealed. After all, Radan Undyer joined the Silver Leaves to rise above his station as a second born son. Radan will do whatever it takes to ensure his own promotion and success.

Training will include:

Weapons: Short bow and arrows, hand and a half longsword.

Abilities: Radan is a magically inclined human but his speed, agility, and surprising strength combined with his skill at archery have lead to him being labeled as one of the best young archers in the land.

Description will include:

Race: Human.

Appearance: Radan is a tall human, standing just a couple inches above six feet. He has more of an athletic build than anything though from afar he may appear as slender. He is muscular and well developed, his body a testament to Radan's determination to rise to a great station in life. He has fair skin, slightly tanned but not so much that it is dark. His brown hair is trimmed and kept close, with green eyes pairing well. His face is unblemished and a well trimmed and kept beard adorns his chin and cheeks. The only other noticeable feature on Radan's face is a scar that begins under his left eye and runs down to the top of his beard. It is deep and therefore striking. It serves as a reminder that not everything comes free in life.

History will include:

Background: Radan Undyer was born in the city-state of Valania, a relatively large city that at one very brief point rivaled Lussi on the continent of Eleorna in terms of economic power and military might. However Radan was born long after that time as Lussi eventually became too powerful and absorbed Valania into its sphere of influence. House Undyer is the family of Radan, the ruling family in Valania, and the reason why Radan has left his home city and joined the Silver Leaves. Despite his family's power and wealth Radan wasn't privileged when he was a child. Sure, food and various other services were provided to him as fit of a noble yet his father was very strict in terms of ensuring the family legacy. Radan's older brother, his father's heir, wasn't afforded any special privileges either but neither did he lash out and act rebellious as Radan did. The scar adorning Radan's otherwise handsome face is a reminder of that fact.Thus, being a second son, Radan was trained in the ways of war and combat while his brother was destined to become a politician. At first Radan sought to lead the city guard yet that fate become unappealing to him as he saw the power his brother was soon to inherit. Radan decided he desired the same authority and thus left Valania. His father, furious, disowned him and was refused entry into Valania for the rest of his life. Thus, Radan found himself joining the Silver Leaves, bringing with him all his skills and abilities that he learned as a noble in hopes of becoming someone of high rank within the mercenary guild.

Country of Origin: Valania, a city-state within the sphere of influence of Lussi. It is a walled city with several thousands inhabitants and farm lands on the outside of its walls. It is about a two week ride from Lussi. The Undyer family rules the city and due to several agreements and papers owes allegiance to Lussi, pledging military and economic support whenever called upon. Valania can field about three to four thousand soldiers, including its archers and cavalry.

Equipment will include:

Weapon: Radan Undyer is first and foremost a ranged warrior, preferring the use of his bow above all else. He comes equipped to the Silver Leaves with a short bow made of yew that was made at his family's residence. It shoots arrows hard and fast though doesn't have the greatest distance. A well-made and forged steel hand and a half longsword is his secondary weapon. It is plain in appearance yet sharp to the touch and with a reach that keeps Radan's enemies at bay.

Clothing/Armor: Radan wears a brown leather vest with a steel mail shirt underneath, his sleeves being the mail. The mail is the only form of armor on his person, Radan preferring to move with speed. He has leather braces/arm guards on and pants to go along with leather boots as well. A black hooded cloak adorns his back, mud stains and tears decorating the bottom.

Other items, equipment or possessions: The gold brooch that keeps together Radan's cloak is the sigil of his house: two feathers crossed with a spear in the middle.

[Hellis]

Accepted bucket. :D

[Bucket]

Awesome, thanks. Can't wait to get started.

[Dylan]

Just so it's known, i'll be writing up a CS for this roleplay tonight.

[Dylan]

Here's my character. A note before you read. I didn't go far into the weaknesses of this character, but they'll be seen when it's played out. I promise. If not, there'll be revisions.

Mozan Zytharian

Profile

Username: Dylan

Name: Mozan (moe-zan) Zytharian (zith-air-eee-in)

Age: 24

Race: Human

Archetype: Rogue/Beast Hunter

Appearance: Mozan is a tall, lean, and muscular man with a gymnast’s physique who stands at around six feet in height, give or take an inch or two. His hair is short and well maintained, with bangs that are around an inch long that come together in a widow’s peak on his forehead. His hair is a dark shade of black, and his skin is pale, though holds few blemishes aside from the occasional scar on his forearms or shins. He is clean shaven and maintains a strict, almost obsessive need to maintain personal hygiene so has clean, straight teeth as a result. He may look a bit wiry, but underneath the armor and clothing he is muscular and well toned. He’s stronger than he looks as well. His eyes are a deep and rich emerald green.

Abilities: Like most, Mozan isn’t one who can say that he is well versed in the arts of magic. Aside from that, he has a variety of talents that come alongside being a rogue, as well as a hunter. First and foremost, he is extremely stealthy. He can blend into his environment, regardless of where he may be, and use it to his advantage. Furthermore, the training he has undergone has enhanced and finely tuned his ability to track and follow targets, as well as move very quickly. Finally, Mozan is quite adept at combating creatures of a more.. wild and exotic nature. Griffons, dire wolves, giant spiders, anything that goes bump in the night Mozan is interested in slaying it and will more often than not have the knowledge to do so. He’s always had a deep interest in the creatures of myth and legend, as well as the treasures that go alongside them.

Weaknesses: (I felt as though it’d be easier to directly point these out) Fighting magically talented opponents, long range combat, and large confrontations. He’s not well versed with ranged weaponry of any kind, and his particular set of abilities is better suited to one on one confrontation, or at most a small skirmish. Either that, or combat in a terrain in which he can easily blend in and strike from the shadow.

Personality: Mozan is an intelligent and very sarcastic man who masks his goals and ambitions in a haze of cryptic musings and misleading sentences. He’s the kind of person that you hear speaking, and immediately begin to roll your eyes. He’s arrogant and quick with his dry wit and sarcastic prodding; especially in situations which dictate a more serious demeaner. Though in reality, he isn’t truly that awful of a person. Though he loves the thrill of the hunt and the sound of gold jingling in his pockets, Mozan is relatively harmless. He is a man who would rather put his talents toward a worthy cause and make some coin along the way rather than watch the bodies of people who can’t defend themselves continue to pile up. He’s witty, a sharp thinker and has a silver tongue. He's loyal to a fault, especially to those who earn his trust, but he has no toleration for betrayal. He also has a distinct weakness for the drink and attractive women, though that's more of a light note than anything.

Country of Origin: Lussi

History: Mozan Zytharian was born in Lussi to a duo of peasant thieves. What he remembers of his early life is filled with one, or both of his parents being gone for hours at a time before coming back, retrieving him, and moving off again only for the process to repeat itself over the following weeks. Though as he grew older, he realized that his family was only doing their best to make a living. Their way of life wasn’t a choice they made willingly, it was forced upon them after years of failed entrepreneurship. After a while, one has to pay their dues, and if they don’t have the gold to pay… Well, you know the rest. They gathered what remained of their gold and paid their way into a caravan headed into Egrelia and began their new lives there.

Time passed, and eventually they found a steady home to live in. Mozan’s father joined a local mercenary company in order to provide for the family, and Mozan began dreaming of the life of a mercenary, fighting for glory and riches. Though his father was skilled with a blade, he proved he wasn’t cut out for the soldier’s life when he was killed by a group of bandits after two years in service with the small company of mercenaries. Though the family was shocked and went through a process of grieving, Mozan’s mother eventually moved on and found another man; a local thief who had nimble fingers and a tongue of silver. His name was Daimon Havarrian, and over the next 10 years of Mozan’s life, he would build the foundation of what Mozan is today. He showed him how to perfect every aspect of the quintessential rogue; blending in with the shadows, picking locks, dismantling traps, nothing was out of Mozan’s grasp. In his down time, Mozan would dismantle locks, examine their insides, put them back together, and practice his picking skills until he could do it in the time he had set for himself. If he wasn’t tinkering with locks, he was learning how to use his shortswords, or learning how to climb buildings and detect traps.

At the age of seventeen, Mozan was, as most youths at the age are, consumed by wanderlust. Rather than let the youth run out and kill himself by picking the wrong fight, Daimon contacted one of his associates, and convinced the man to take Mozan under his wing and show him how to make a living for himself. His name was Drellslith Torathi, and he was a ranger native to Egrelia. He took Mozan into the forest, and built upon the foundation that Daimon created. He drilled Mozan’s swordsmanship until it was at its peak and became an art form. He fine tuned Mozan’s acrobatic movements and put him through a difficult and excruciating training gauntlet over the next four years. Drellslith taught Mozan everything he knew of the hunt, and how to slay even creatures of tremendous strength and ability. They put their abilities to the test time after time, wandering the countryside and taking contracts from villages to slay griffons, trolls, and brigands wishing to bring harm upon the townsfolk. Eventually, Mozan ascended to the point of prowess where his abilities far surpassed that of his master. After another year of picking the pockets of nobleman in cities, he found himself attracted to the prestigious Silver Leaves, where many a beast could be slain for a heaping sack of gold. He can only hope that he can become even more skilled than he already is.

-Equipment-

-An elegant, jewel encrusted bastard sword with a hand-wrapped black leather hilt coated with a layer of white silk. Its guard is notched with signs of use, but the blade is in excellent condition and maintained well. Its scabbard is a simple and utilitarian black and is usually strapped to his back. It was a parting gift to him from his master, Drellslith Torathi.

-Two finely crafted steel shortswords measuring around 15 inches in length with hilts wrapped in black leather. They’re often times sheathed on Mozan’s thighs.

-A set of black studded leather armor with steel plates placed on the chest, back, and thighs for additional protection. The thigh armor has built in holsters for Mozan’s shortswords, and the leathers themselves contain a plethora of hidden pockets. A set of steel gauntlets complete the set, obviously painted black.

-Belt containing tools for lock picking and disabling traps, a grappling hook on a coil of 30feet of rope, a roll of fine, delicate wire for assembling triggers on traps, several spare lock picks, a small spyglass for examining gems and gold, a flint and steel, two or three empty pouches, and a handmade braided leather garrote.

-Travelling bag containing two sets of clothing, one of which is classier and made of finer materials than the average garb of the peasant, the other a more simple and ratty ensemble. Several days worth of nuts, berries, and salted meat to last him in between cities, a skin of water, an identical skin, though filled with wine, a kit containing tools for creating different mixtures of poison, several parchment maps, a bedroll, pouch of gold, a sharpening stone, polish, and oil for his swords, and other miscellaneous supplies.

-A hooded black travelling cloak, and black cotton mask to conceal his identity whilst performing certain... Less than legal activities.

-A leather-bound journal

-A collapsible brass telescope

-A compass

[Hellis]

Accepted :D.

I got my CS in the works myself. It's looking good so far, the characters i mean. We got a nice blend going.

[Sovi3t]

Hellis, would a Human Blood Mage be allowed in the guild?

[Hellis]

He or she would. Bloodmagic is not considered foul by most standards. Just risky for the caster.

Also; EVERYONE IS A HUMAN.

[Grif of Hearts]

That should be my character completed. If there's absolutely anything left that I need to do then please let me know.

[Panquake]

Hey! I'm interested in this, as well. Could have a character sheet up fairly quickly, if you'll have me.

[Dylan]

Thanks for the acceptance, it's really appreciated. Though I haven't been active on the guild in a while, I'm eager to start writing cooperatively again.

[Dylan]

And on another note.. Damn, everyone IS human. I thought I was a human supremacist. Appears I'm not the only one.